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sweetest rose
written by devilchild0104:20 PM 2/7/05In the black of night I run to the rose garden
kneeing down I pick a bunch of reddest roses
Kneeling on the ground I tear off my cross
glance at the way it shines in the moon light.
The way the light makes all different colours
Each and every one unique in it’s own way.
Prick my fingers on the sharpest thorns
I watch as the blood drips from me.
I listen to the calls of death. Their sweet voices.
They whisper sweet words of comfort.
Their voices bring my love one to life once again.
I hear his words. I picture him in my mind.
Voices die down and I am left alone once again
This is why I sharpened my cross.
My sleeve soaked from the hate, the hurt of love.
I engrave his name over and over on my arm.
Grieving in this lonely darkness for my lost loved
blood red as the reddest rose. Drips, leaks life |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by night_freak (2-7-2005 - 05:16 PM)
| That's so sad, losing the one you love is the worst thing I can imagine. You write so amazingly well Sascha. Take care. |
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